Posted by on Sep 24, 2015 in Uncategorized |

Going to the dog run with six dogs can be daunting to say the least. I have six retractable leashes that I hold in each hand like a puppet master while the seven of us roll down the street. Inevitably some idiot will stop me and ask ‘are those all yours?’ I’ll look at them annoyingly and say ‘I’m all theirs’.  Ha Ha Ha     Are you fucking kidding me fool! When I finally get to the run I can only look forward to picking up all the dog shit left by  the irresponsible dog owners of which there are many. Penny, Stevie, Jonas and sometimes Malcolm like to eat other dogs shit so I’m doomed to walk around and clean up after everyone else. Yes, I have to pick up my dogs shit as well. Needless to say it makes me despise  the human race more than I already do. You really can tell a lot about the state of the union by going to the dog run.